Читать книгу Distracted Thoughts - L.F. dos Santos - Страница 19

Drown in yesterday is waters,

her mother succumbed,

soaked in alcohol and pills.

Shadows of grey tainted and marbled in sorrow

the face of a joyful girl of eleven.

Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

obscured by a muddy, torn hood.

Concealing the purple stains of grief

carved on her childlike skinny face.

A perturbed soul demanding care,

wasted and thrown into the darkest side of the abyss.

Screaming on the inside

lamenting while suffering.

Blaming herself,

for the burden of being born.